Chenice:
Iâ??d like to find the right words.
Hidden inside a song.

Iâ??d like serenade you
But it would come out wrong.
Maybe you wonâ??t believe me

But singing's not my style
Because I'm so afraid you
Might just laugh and run a mile

I canâ??t sing, I canâ??t sing
Open my throat and windows start crack,
I thought a quaver was a cheese based snack

I canâ??t sing, I canâ??t sing
Thereâ??s a millions songs I have mangled,
Every note in my throat just gets tangled

Sounding more like a cat being strangled, by its own ball of string;
I canâ??t sing, I canâ??t sing
I canâ??t sing, I canâ??t sing

I can just heard the crowd call out for less
Flat as a pancake in a trouser press
I canâ??t sing, I canâ??t sing

Donâ??t know how my poor granddaddy stuck it
I canâ??t carry a tune in a bucket
Anybody â??ll tell you I suck, itâ??s the god damndest thing

I canâ??t sing, I canâ??t sing
Itâ??s a tough handicap
I canâ??t sing I canâ??t even rap (break it down yâ??all)

I canâ??t dance, itâ??s too bad
I move worse than a white boys dad.
I canâ??t tweet, I canâ??t blog

I look rough as a roverâ??s dog
I canâ??t do anything, worst of all I just canâ??t sing!


Max:
I need to break it too you
Unaware as you are

You have the voice of angels
Youâ??re born to be a star
You are the kind of girl that, but anyone would love

Such style, grace and beauty
These are gifts from up above
You can sing, you can sing


Chenice:
Had no idea I didnâ??t think I could,

I thought I made Geri Halliwell sound good

Max:

You can sing, you can sing

Chenice:

If you say so, maybe I can hack it
If itâ??s not such a god awful racket


Max:
Donâ??t forget that you could win a packet
I can just hear, â??cha chingâ??


Chenice:
Itâ??s my granddaddyâ??s dream Iâ??m fulfilling

Love is strong, even death cannot kill it
And ill rise out of this, should god will it
I got something to bring

I can sing, I can sing
I can
Sing